ANNA. Oh, how charming he is!

MARYA. A perfect dear!

ANNA. Such refined manners. You can recognize
the big city article at once. How he carries himself, and
all that sort of thing! Exquisite! I'm just crazy for
young men like him. I am in ecstasies--beside myself.
He liked me very much though. I noticed he kept looking
at me all the time.

MARYA. Oh, mamma, he looked at me.

ANNA. No more nonsense please. It's out of place
now.

MARYA. But really, mamma, he did look at me.

ANNA. There you go! For God's sake, don't argue.
You mustn't. That's enough. What would he be looking
at you for? Please tell me, why would he be looking
at you?

MARYA. It's true, mamma. He kept looking at me.
He looked at me when he began to speak about literature
and he looked at me afterwards, when he told about how
he played whist with the ambassadors.

ANNA. Well, maybe he looked at you once or twice
and might have said to himself, "Oh, well, I'll give her a